October 30 by Sarena Gitanjali

Featured Poem / Fall/Winter 2015


October 30


Bruised angels flare black
Drip purple blood,
Veined with gold inlay
Where soft flesh is lifted.

False auspicion fills holes
snagged in my awareness
where witches caught. For

sky is only a sensitive scar tissue
containing no secret message
on its composition, nor the world
shadowed, bruised, half-healing,
beneath it—

just weather,

A circle of rim
Like a curtain
As it is blown open.

behind is nothing but sound,
brain damage, impurity.


Sarena Gitanjali is an activist from Mississauga, Ontario who writes poetry, philosophy,
and fiction. She is studying for a career in cognitive behavioral psychology.